And..no...not on Mary Jane. But on stones...as in nearly a ton of mixed-color Class 57 gravel. Stones ranging from a nickle to a quarter in diameter. That's how much gravel I shoveled out of the bed of my father-in-law's truck, into a wheel barrow, pushed around my sis-in-law's new place and shoveled into place in her landscaping...which I worked on last week...ripping out a very thickly planted 40 foot long Hosta bed and replacing those sickly plants with 5 new shrubs. I am so BEAT! Started out doing it in high heat and killer humidity. Then in the rain as a storm front rolled in. When the lightning kicked in, I dropped my shovel and sat in the garage (I was too wet and dirty to be allowed into the house LOL!). Once the storm passed over, I went back to work. From just after 5 PM to about a quarter after 9 PM...I was shoveling and moving gravel. Now it's done...looks great.
And I get to do it all again when Deb and I move into the other side of the duplex in September or October and yank out off the sickly Hostas that are packed along what will be our side of the house.
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And I get to do it all again when Deb and I move into the other side of the duplex in September or October and yank out off the sickly Hostas that are packed along what will be our side of the house.
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